I was driving down the country road one day
When I saw celluloid poster high,
high up on the roof of an old and broken shack;
The man in the picture was all painted white
and the girl was spit on the black.
I stopped my car and stepped out of it
At the entrance door there stood a young lady
Or that she was young once, but not now
Now she old and her face was scarred and wrinkled
and the skin was loose
Yes I saw it all, when I stepped close.
While I realised of her elderness
Her centurion and tired eyes had gazed my years
And somehow I thought she knew
That I was on the run from a prison.
On entering the shack,
charred and bored, and smelled of smoke,
and I asked for a martini dry
He set me up with my drink
Whilst the eyes around stared at me,
Suspicious of the strange ambience
I decided to flee.
But not just now, not just now
I must first finish my drink, suck the martini dry
and finish it I did and moved out
But I did not know, if there was anyone
Who noticed my move sly.
Out when I came, there was none I could see
The old lady was gone,
I walked up slow to my ride
looking round and about
But before I could get in to drive
A siren caught my eyes.
A police car skidded past me from nowhere
Bullets grazed the air by me ear
Before I could respond with my colt,
A bullet passed through my heart clear,
And there I dropped on the ground
and saw the celluloid poster high
high on the tattered shack,
I saw the world white and blue
And then everything faded to black.